Oivina creeps through the human city..enjoying the sweet smell of the humans around her..enjoying the hunger as it grows

Who should i choose this time..there all so delicious

she picks out her target and corners him..ready to enjoy the bloodbath soon to come..then she strikes..he never had a chance, but he strugles which just makes her suck harder untill theres nothign left but a dry empty shell.

Now where to dispose of the body..hmm i know

She laughs as she throws his body into a hole in the forest and begins to cover it

Kaim nods, as he holds out his crossbow at the dead deer. He smirks, and puts the crossbow strung up on his back. He slowly walks over to the fresh kill and removes the bolt from its dead body. He takes out ropes from his pack, strings together both feet, and lifts it in his shoulder.

Oivina haults as she hears the yelp of an animal..someones close..she dicides to go investigate..creeping between trees and through bushes she followes the noise untill she see's someone carrying a dead carcuss on their shoulders.

Kesker's large canine teeth dug into the juicy meat of the dead cow, sinewy tissue hanging from the cracks between his sharp incisors. The rest of his tribe followed suit after waiting rather impatiently for the tribe head to take the first bite. Suddenly the wooden mess hall was filled with munching, smacking of lips, and loud discussions. Kesker gulped down crude wine from a golden goblet found on the dead body of an obviously rich human. He opened his mouth wide and let out a gurgling roar. As the shouting died down, Kesker thumped a meaty fist on the table. "Tom'row we go to the col'sium an' feast on man and elf flesh!" He bellowed, raising his goblet victoriously. The rest of the tribe joined him in his war cry, a sight of glorious bloodlust.

The sound rang through the brisk air of the forest, scaring off more than a few of the more docile animals nearby.

"ah a vampire...If you do not know me by appearance, then u do not know much in this place."He faces her, a blindfold covers his eyes (like the pic), but his face is looking right at her."i am Kaim Grimvine, Prince of the Death hunters!....and whom are you..."He sniffs once more."...young one."

He chuckles a bit.He bends dopwn and picks up the deer and starts slowly walking past the girl."good luck with that Oivina."He stops when he gets to her, and looks at her once more."...oh and nice meeting you."He smiles a bit, then continues walking.

PLacing the kill near his horse, Kaim finally choose to go investigate the loud noise, that came from the orc base.He rides his horse to it, but still in the forest so he cant be seen.He gets off and crouches down, he listen carefully to the camp.

(ok KOOP ur turn! and dont leave when u come back cuase this is gunna be good!)

The orcs continued their gorging, the traditional mass feast before a battle taking place as it had in the Brizkriz tribe for nearly a thousand years. Cows, deer, ducks, chickens, and a few humans were cooked lightly and torn open, the orcs' large foretusks ripping the tough meat like a knife through butter. "And tom'row, when the col'sium is in Brizkriz hands, we find great king, an' feed on his flesh!" Kesker uttered between chunks of deer muscle. The rest of the clan's warriors cheered loudly, raising dented and scratched stone and wood cups. None of the primal beasts suspected someone else could be listening in on their glorious celebration.

Kaim shakes his head as he listen to the talk. He quickly poof away from his location to right next to a wall. He teleported right next to outside of the dinning hall. Kaim quickly jumps on the roof, and silently walks to where the door of this building is. He sees two guards standing next to the door.

this'll be funHe thinks to himself, right before jumping down and swiftly, slicing the throats of both orc guards. He then picks up one, and voids to the roof, then voids back, picks up the other, and void back to the roof. He then looks on the dead orcs body, to find...nothing. He kicks the body softly and waits.

Meezer Breakrumz had never been able to take his alcohol. This often made him the laughing stock of the tribe, but he had learned to look past them to his own goals. He envisioned himself slicing the head off of every one of the orcs inside, especially that Kesker. He thought he was so great, with his thick muscles and sharp tusks. Meezer's thoughts were interupted by another wave of bile, tasting hwavily of yesterday's rabbit stew. As he came around the festival house towards the entrance he was rewarded with the sight of a small pool of collecting blood. Orc blood, by the evident tinge of brown-green to the crimson red.

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His servants pull out the horse and ready it with a highly decorated saddle. He climbs on the elegant steed and thanks his servants. With a swift kick, he rides off into the distance circling the edge of the vampire city.

Letting the wind flow freely through his long black hair, Byakuran takes his stallion through a short forest pass leading to a small cliff. The cliff serves as his favorite spot to look over his majestic city. For a short while, he lets the beautiful scene wash over him as he desperately tries to burn it into his memory.